Wednesday, 6 March 2013

Sonnet 3

I wish my thoughts would take notes from the stars;
How marvellously still and sure they hold,
They shine so bright despite how far they are,
And though they might be dead they're not yet cold.
I wish they'd learn how constellations form,
How tiny dots become such wondrous shapes
Despite the fact that on one dot rage storms,
And on another silent calmness drapes.
I long for order in my bustling mind,
I long for stillness, sureness of my thoughts,
I long for ponderings that gleam and shine,
Not for this meaningless array of dots.
And yet, although I wish this every day,
My thoughts remain a messy disarray.
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Inspired by the song Stars from the musical Les Miserables, to be precise, these lines:
"You know your place in the sky,You hold your course and your aim,And each in your seasons returns and returns,And is always the same."

1 comment:

  1. If your thoughts are a messy disarray then they are the most brillaint, delightful, and lovely dissarray ever!
    Well done on another epic poem. I marvel with how well you are able to capture the perfect words and place them as a work of art. It makes for wonderful and delightful reading. well done Noam *hugs tight* I love this. :D

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